Here was something, January twenty-eighth. I pulled up the date on my IPhone, it was a Thursday.Here’s what she wrote, “Saw Mr. Schuster, Bob, ton...ght, we had coffee at the Starbucks. He said he had a young writer, a young woman with a great fiction story set in west Texas near the end of the Nineteenth Century. He had a copy for me, and asked me to read it. I took it, and after that we talked. I told him I’d heard he was a widower. He said he was, but didn’t like to talk about it. He said,. The Dragon cast a charm that held him in place and explained in length what he was about to receive, mostly involving really slow roasting. During this monologue Sleymar managed to trigger his mental 'help me' beacon that I heard.I was eating breakfast in Norek, with Luvirini, the son of my old adventuring companions who I was taking to Magnimar for adventurer guild training, when I felt the beacon coming from far south near Dragonport. The location was outside my easy portaling range, even. The protesters marched along the street – fortunately dry as many of them, like Kedi and Dodie, were barefoot as well as bare in every other detail, – crying out slogans like ‘Black and White Fuck and Unite’, ‘Fuck You! Fuck the State! Fuck the Weather! Watch Us Fuck Together!’ and ‘Hell Alright! Black Fuck White! Come On Jack! White Fuck Black!’ As they went by, an inquisitive crowd of spectators watched as they proceeded, some visibly disturbed by the way several demonstrators had already. Then we went to bed together.The result was a fantastic relationship. We could both do what we liked, when we liked, and we only got together to have sex. Very liberating. We'd call each other up a couple of times a week, and let of steam. There were no expectations, no need to talk about the day or whatever, we'd just get together and go to it.Usually, Hannah would like to suck me off to start us off. This would take the immediate pressure off of my balls, and as she said, she got the thickest.